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The Dragon’s Hoard
Category: Fantasy
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.